Tag Archives: love

Smooth Oscillation


Align your nose to the star and say “life is grand” Boomerang smiles to the mountains, heel and toes taste the land  As you arrive in the valley, notice the shape of it from where you stand Resembles the “M” on the metacarpus in … Continue reading

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Lately.


Stuck, in you, mango flesh between the teeth Everything, I knew, liquidity like laying in your pores spreading through your night Never blue, never not us in our canoe Mm..no, your everything is pursued I just want to sleep with … Continue reading

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Naked in the glass.


Seems like I remind you of the cool black velvet nights When you slept without clothes under a felt rose above city lights And the hands that fell to your thighs, faster than those whom ate all your lies Were … Continue reading

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Phxina Cornaux Psidel.


Chapter: Nothing (0) Time: Solar noon. Location: Root :: Reboot :: – “Alright” he said And just like that, her face exploded into thirteen trillion pieces of paper. Frozen with thought, perplexed with answers; didn’t know whether to pick them … Continue reading

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I’m your moon, he’s…


She likes it when you’re touching her face Loves it when you hold her hand crossing the street Everything was then, can’t replace Kissed in cold sand, water on her feet You can use me for my body, I’ll use … Continue reading

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Popcorn ribbons.


I’m tired of eating Apple pie crumbs, it’s always the same slick between your thumbs But it’s kind of like love, the gook, between your gums I don’t have any guns on my heart, just lasers to remind me that … Continue reading

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Finger Painting


I want that lipstick on face, cold with a trace…Manhattan love Something you can picture, but not you away from my hands excelsior…bLACK Egyptian stars….and all that Angel dust sniffed…shipped from Mars Higher, squeezing your blood vessels till they tell … Continue reading

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